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She stops and looks over her shoulder. Her brow draws down for a minute, then she shrugs before sauntering off. There are men walking around outside preparing for the mission. But I keep my eyes steady on her; it's lascivious as fuck, and I can’t help roaming over her curvy ass in those tight jeans that give a fold right underneath the cup of her cheek. She has a sway of a woman that can lure men in just by looking. I leer around, making sure no other fucker is looking at her. Not a soul.
Good.
Pai- Father
Filha- Daughter
Chapter 20
Poison
Smooth ride and black lace
We’ve gathered everythingand hit the road. Since we only have one hour and thirty mins left, it’s a good thing it only takes forty-five minutes to get to the destination. Our trucks are blacked out and bulletproof, so if anything were to happen, our windows won’t penetrate or shatter.
I’m focused on the mission, but my mind also switches to Anita and the way she was acting. It’s off, and I still can’t put my finger on why. It’s as if the bonding we shared last night never happened. I fucking despise that because I want nothing more than to grip her hair and pull her in for a bruising kiss.
The whiff of roses and vanilla wafts in my nose, pulling me from my thoughts.
I gaze over to the right as she’s taking off her graphic tee. Her bare golden skin with her—
Fuck.
A black lace bra that cups her perky medium breasts in the most erotic way has my dick already pressing on my zipper. It's a constant reminder of the parts of her I didn't get to cherish last night.
The deep purple bite marks are on her shoulder from where I bit down. It was the only way to handle how wet and tight her pussy felt around me. Suffocating. So fucking good that my toes tingle from the memory. I reach over and touch her warm skin that’s prickled with goosebumps. I run my thumb gently over the bruises.
“Does it hurt?”
She shudders as I run my palm over the tiny bumps that appeared. “No, but next time, maybe bite me where it won't show when I wear a tank top.” Then she pauses and looks at me, and my brows lift and a smirk curls on my lip. I rest my hand back on the wheel and the other on the door frame, visibly smiling.
Next time.
“What I meant—”
“No, you said it just right.”